we’ve been in front of a computer for three days straight; shoulders hunched, neck spasming, eyes crossing at random (likely attempting to roll back in our head as we whimper toward our painful death). we’ve been working it hard and it aint been fun. patience, brainpower, spirit and creativity sucked up into the guts of our machine with the click of each key. each command fucking shift.
no time to love, no time to live. no time to think, truth be told. we can barely even tweet (it’s been killing us). but we blurt a blog (albeit a more than slight inebriated, nonsensical one) not for kicks nor tricks, just for us. a verbose vom into the pages of what’s quite obviously become our notepad. our diatribe. which we admit we occasionally forget you voyeurs are reading.
until you all fucking yawn over it, of course. your collective boredom at our cerebral ramblings sent us reeling, at first for the hills, then back here for a rantie. fuck. it’s no new conversation, the idea of momentum. of chi. so ours is busted; a slow strangle, a drawn out kind of kill. give a girl a break. you don’t like it – you know what to do. in the meantime, we’ll cease blogging whilst blitzed. and bored. mmkay?